Irresistible Invitations

Chapter 11

Juliette Pov

I walked back into my room after taking a shower. My body tensed seeing the boxes in my room. Sighing, I made my way towards the wardrobe with great difficulties because of the boxes and managed to pick out a floral print skirt which ended just below my knee and a black blouse.

Still, no briefs to wear.

I wore it and quickly tied my hair into a messy bun. Then I looked towards the boxes and pressed my mouth into a thin line thinking where to start from.

I thought to start from the smaller boxes. So, Jumping on the boxes I reached the middle where I saw the smaller boxes. I took one of them and using the pen that I found inside the wardrobe I tore its tape and opened the box to find just what I was looking.

Briefs.

I took out a garment and checked its size.

It was mine size.

I smiled and took out a black lacey bra and an underwear and ran into the bathroom to wear it.

Back in my room it took a hour to sort out all the smaller boxes. Some had make up things while some have jewelries. I took out a luggage bag and packed the necessities. Now it was time for the bigger boxes.

I took the pen and tore one of the box only to find clothes. There were many type of clothes. I took out two to three jump suits and some playsuits. I threw aside the mini skirts and the crop tops.

So finally I decided to take some Jumpsuits, playsuits, jeans, tops, gowns, shifter dress, and some shirts.

I packed it all and looked back to one more box left.

I tore open the box and found shoes.

I took out a slipper again perfectly fitting me. I wonder how he knew my size. Then I took out a black stiletto and vans. I packed it and found the bag fully packed. I closed it with utmost difficulty and sat on the bed feeling tired. Then I looked at the mess in my room.

So I got up and kept all the boxes outside of my room. I was now able to breathe properly. The boxes in my room left no space for me to breathe properly. After I was done, I kept the heavy bag at the side of the bed and made the bed properly, changed the bed-sheet, taking a clean one from the wardrobe.

After I was done, I flopped onto the bed on my stomach and felt little relaxed. I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all. I was just tired and hungry now.

He told me that he was going to take me to his family. I wonder what is his family like.

Sure I already have guessed it that he belongs to the mafia world so that means his family is also involved with him. In no way a family will ever remain oblivious to the fact that one of their member is a cruel, ruthless mafia man who orders others using his gun point.

So I need to bear his mafia family too?

I am sure everyone in his family must be like him. Cold and cruel.

Its funny how every word that starts from the letter C perfectly fits his personality. Of course his negative personalities.

The door of my room opened and I looked back over my shoulder to find Whitney holding a tray.

I instantly sat on my bed happily. She smiled at me and brought me my food. She placed it before me and bowed before walking out of the room. I munched on my food realizing how hungry I was. After I was done I took the plate and kept it on the tray and began to walk towards the door.

As I came out of my room, I found the boxes that I kept their previously disappeared. With a shrug, I headed towards the kitchen. I kept the dishes in the sink and turned around to leave but then stopped thinking I didn’t have any other work to do. So I turned around and began to wash all the dishes wanting to save myself from the boredom.

“What are you doing?” I heard Whitney and looked towards her to find her looking at me in shock.

“Uh washing the dishes” I stated the obvious.

“No No!” she exclaimed horrified as she ran to me.

“You are not supposed to that” she tried to take the plate away from my hand.

“But why? I am just washing the dishes. Whats the big deal in it?” I asked confused.

“The big deal is you are not the maid. She is” I looked towards the kitchen door to find Zachary standing and glaring at Whitney.

“What’s your problem?” I asked.

“I already told you that she must not be doing all this. Didn’t I?” he asked Whitney ignoring me.

“So what is she doing here?” he took menacing steps towards us and I looked at Whitney to find her standing with her head down and trembling.

What’s going on?

“Wait!” I jumped in and stood before Whitney.

“She didn’t even knew that I was in here washing all this and its not her fault. I did it because I wanted to because whenever I was free or bored I would always help my mom in my house chores” I said

“This is not your house that you will do whatever you want” he snapped making me flinch.

“This is my house and here whatever I say is final. You have to do what I say whether you like it or not”

“And we are leaving. Now” he said and left the room leaving both of us in the kitchen room.

“Nobody ever talked to me like that ever and I can never forget that this is not my house” I spoke to myself but was sure that Whitney heard me. I walked out of the kitchen and headed towards my room.

I got ready for the travelling. I didn’t even know where I was going. So I decided on wearing a black classic fit T-shirt and a black knee ripped skinny jeans with flat black boots. I wore a loose sweater and made my hair into a neat ponytail. I took a scarf and covered my head and took a sunglass with me. As I got ready, I kept on thinking where I was going. I was certainly sure that he must be living in a place were crime percentage must be higher than any other place. After all he belongs to the mafia and living in such a place like that isn’t something new.

There was a knock on the door and then the door opened to reveal Whitney. She came inside with a glass of juice.

“Oh Thank you Whitney I needed it” I told her and gladly accepted the glass from her and drank the juice.

“It looks like its our last meet Madam” she told me and I nodded sadly keeping the empty glass on the nightstand.

“Don’t worry I will try to meet you soon” I told her to which she gave me a small smile nodding in response.

“Thank you for saving me back there. I was thinking that I was going to loose this job. It would’ve been very difficult for me if I lost this job. This job allows me to pay my rent and bills” she looked sad while speaking. I held her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze assuring her that everything was okay now.

“Don’t worry Zachary won’t fire you” I told her and she nodded.

“Let’s go Madam. Sir has asked for you with your luggage and I am here to take you”.

I nodded biting on my lips.

“Don’t worry Madam I can see the tension between and him. But whatever it is I can assure you that he will take care of you” she told me and I scoffed inwards.

“He will take care of me. What a joke” I thought but nevertheless gave her a half smile.

I took my bag and followed Whitney out of the room but stopped and looked back at the room.

“I will never miss you” I spoke to myself recalling the time how I was brought here and was locked inside it. With that I turned around and walked following Whitney. We walked out of the house and I saw Zachary talking to some of his men outside of the house. As soon as he saw us he signaled someone far away for the car and continued talking to those men. As the Car pulled by before us I couldn’t but help myself from hugging Whitney for the last time. Well it was apparently my first and last time actually because God only knew if I was going to live or not to see the daylights when I reach his real house. They may kill me. Who knows?

“Take care” I whispered to which she responded softly “You too”.

I pulled away from her and smiled at her to which she returned with her own smile. I saw one of the man loading our luggage while Zachary didn’t even bother for me to sit inside. He went inside before me. I sighed and got inside the car sitting as far as possible from him. As the driver ignited the engine I rolled down the window and waved at Whitney. She waved smiling and soon I lost her sight.

I rolled up the window and sat back on my seat sighing. It’s funny what my life was playing with me. What I planned with my life, what I thought to do but it came out completely opposite to it in reality.

I looked outside of the window. The speed of the car blurring the scenery. I looked to my side to find him looking out of the window, seating casually as if nothing ever happened in his life. He was calm and he looked relaxed. I wonder what was going on inside his evil mind. Probably thinking ways to kill people or to destroy lives. How can a human be such demonic? Doesn’t he ever feel other people’s emotion?

“Useless” I muttered gritting my teeth and as he was about to turn towards me I turned towards the window avoiding his gaze.

Soon after an hour we reached the airport.

Cairo International Airport.

So we are in Cairo.

Its a shame that I didn’t get any chance to jaunt around the capital of Egypt. The airport was the busiest place and I could see as people hurried in for their flights.

“Wear your glasses” I heard him and not wanting to create a scene I wore the black sunglasses and adjusted the scarf on my head.

We walked in while I tried to match his long strides, stumbling a few times and him glaring at me, I rolled my eyes not bothering about the consequences because I knew he couldn’t see my eyes through my glasses. A man behind us wheeled our luggage while another one looked here and there. Judging by their looks and body, I knew they were his bodyguards.

“Sit here and no drama” he told me and went away with one of the bodyguard leaving one behind with me. I sat on the chair in the waiting room and waited for him to come back.

After few minutes, he came back and we boarded the plane. I guess we were going in a normal plane this time.

I never tried to escape but now I am thinking to change the fact.

While entering the airport I saw many police officers. I could easily get help from them or maybe if I get to inform one of the air attendants then I think they might help me by informing the police. But for that I need to remain extra cautious. Because I was dealing with a Mafia man.

I was wary all the time when we were boarding and when we reached the plane. I tried to get some attention from the officers but when they looked at me they smiled at me like I was a normal passenger. I huffed at them and even was ready to run to them but if it wasn’t for Zachary holding my wrist all the time.

When we entered the plane, it was my time. I thought maybe I could inform the air hostess but Zachary didn’t forget to pull me with him by my waist.

“Jerk!”

He made me sit on the window side and I clenched my jaw removing the sunglasses and scarf.

Now there was no way for me to escape.

“If you don’t know then let me tell you this is my Plane” I heard his voice and I stiffened hearing it.

“I see your every chance to escape went in vain for you” He said in a calm tone but a hint of tease was evident which made my blood boil.

I balled my palms into a fist and clenched my jaw.

“Useless” I muttered but this time it was meant for me not for him. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After sitting for Two and half an hour we landed.

I came to know that we were going to Romania.

Avram Iancu Cluj International Airport.

It was a surprise for me to know that Cluj was his hometown in Romania. I knew about Cluj. Cluj was relatively less than any other place in level of crime and a man like Zachary lived here. I thought maybe he belonged from England or maybe USA but I guess you can never judge anyone just from their name.

We were immediately circled by reporters as soon as we reached the airport.

“Mr Sullivan who is she?” one of them asked.

“Mr Sullivan is the rumor true that you got married secretly to your childhood sweetheart?” another one asked to which I scoffed at them.

“What is going on? Isn’t he a criminal? Then why is he surrounded by reporters like he is a celebrity?” I thought to myself.

“Is she the girl Mr Sullivan?”

“What was the reason for you get married secretly?”

They kept on shooting our pictures and bombarded us with questions which were utterly nuisance for me. Soon some guards encircled us and they pushed stubborn reporters out of the way.

“Mr Sullivan! Mr Sullivan please answer to us” The reporters shouted trying to get to us only to be blocked by the guards.

Somehow we managed to get out of the airport and we got into our car to which the reporters ran after us when the car began to move. As we left them behind I looked back at Zachary thinking he might answer what was going on there but as usually I found him busy typing something on his phone. I crossed my arms across my chest and kept my mouth shut and waited patiently to wherever he was taking me.

I have learnt one thing from the day I met him that he is the worst husband in this world.